CHANGES

I  felt  something strange 
as I approached  you  dear one 
The  coldness of the wind 
surrounded me . . . 

I smell something 
that wasn't good to my taste
There's no warmth in your eyes
when met mine

The words seems like frozen ice
inside the cup
you drink once
when still hot

There's no denying
there's a vaccum inside
that can't be filled
neither of us can ever replace

The cup of black coffee
too bitter to taste
but there's no other way
to accept it and drink in the grail...